Two Poems

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The Woman in the Coffin

“Doesn’t she look good?
She looks good, doesn’t she?”
I can’t answer, because I don’t agree.
The woman in the coffin is not the one I knew.

He knew her so much better than me—
Married to her for fifty-two years.
Maybe this is how she looked as she slept,
Face unlined, no worries,
And she slept much the last few months.

But when I look at this woman in the coffin,
I don’t recognize her.
Something is missing.
Her essence is gone, her spirit, her personality.
This body is just an empty shell;
Nobody’s home.

She’s moved on.
She’s with Jesus now.
No more fatigue;
No more illness;
Only joy.

A Poet’s LamentPen and pencil bokeh

I’d like my poems to rhyme
But I don’t have the time
To play with words like mockingbirds
Until I make them chime.

My poems leave me wishing
That I’d, instead, gone fishing.
My meter limps like high-heeled chimps.
I make up words, like “blishing.”

I wish I had a fairy
Or a rhyming dictionary.
My writing sounds like barking hounds
Instead of something merry.

I truly do aspire
To be what I admire:
A poet who achieves the coup
Without the rhymes all haywire.

poems © ARHuelsenbeck

About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother of five and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a young adult mystical fantasy novel and a mystery.

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